Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.